Sikongtu
The spirit of the bandit god, the bandit machine is small, like the white clouds and the breeze.
If a leader goes far, he has to face it. There are not many deeds of Taoism, but it will eventually violate the custom.
The trees in Chaos Mountain are bright with green moss. The more I think about it, the thinner it sounds.
Xijiang Moon Night Tour Huangsha Road Middle Section
[Song] Xin Qiji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.